OOC: Many thanks to Hapilopper for his permission to RP this glorious occasion.
Ilya Tsunopin wasn't having an easy race this time as well. As with past few races, he's managed to start off strong, but each time he felt so confident about it all, he would make a mental slip once or twice midway into the race and find himself trailing by a fair bit. A rebound entering the fourth segment of the race no doubt was promising, but then his mental block gave in again and Ilya found himself running with fumes close to the end of the race that he only missed out on a DNF by smallest of mental margins.
Bloody, my mind's really not in the right place. thought Ilya, as he took a deep breath after his car had stopped at last, allowing him to catch some breath. His mind was far from feeling peaceful about the state of his results, however, as the 36th Place he had received was close to the bottom.
Sure, he didn't go DNF unlike last time, but in a particularly crash-heavy race like that of Coweta Agricultural 300, Ilya couldn't help but to feel that everything had gone wrong for him to not only finish close to the bottom, but also behind that of his adversary, Quebecois Malo 'Bo' Boludo. Over the past half-decade, him and his rival had every bit of argument and beef flaring both ways inside and outside of motorsports. They had fought multiple rounds on the octagons of Delaclava and Quebec, but also in other countries where their bloody encounters had become immortalised, and held a relatively even record. Their opposing personalities and background, with Ilya coming from an upper-class, Sonnelite setup with potty mouth and Bo a working-class, Jolbonopolis makeup with long hair and letting his glare do the talk, had no doubt added to it.
Thus it was of no surprise that the past year or so had just ended up being that of wordfest between both camps, with Ilya and his teammates. Members of Team Tsunopin would tweet this, Team Salamantel's lawyers would warn on that. Ilya and his teammates would try to provoke, and Bo would only reply by avoiding comment outside of a rare one now and then. Ilya knew that it was only controlled because Charlotte de FitzLawrence, his wife also known to be a cousin (though unofficially due to paperwork reasons everybody knows of) of Christine II, kept him away from unnecessarily engaging with controversial topics or drivers as much as possible.
So it came to realisation that Ilya, at last, had to provoke Bo on the circuit. The timing could not have been perfect for Ilya to do so, even after an awful race, because Bo had just finished before Ilya did, and their cars were right next to each other. Not to mention the fact that his idol and lover (inside his head), Kai Qiang, had just won the race.
Nothing to lose, all to gain. Ilya thought inside his head as he got outside of his car. Immediately taking the top of his firesuit off and revealing an upper torso full of tattoos, he got himself in motion to shout his celebration-mating-call in an extremely high, casterato pitch right in front of his car.
It was going to be a lovely day isn't it? 'WO AI NI, QIANG KA-' he shrieked the mating call, taking two steps forward and his mouth wide open.
What he did not predict, however, was a massive overhead kick his way as Bo, finally tired of Ilya Tsunopin's antics, kicked Ilya on his face. He immediately fell, and what followed next was a massive scuffle....
oh my!
